His Absolute Impulse — Cerys Du Lys

When Jessika overhears a conversation between Solomon Royce and Beatrice Landseer--one in which the public relations director and Asher's wife discuss adultery and plans for corporate sabotage--she panics. She was -not- supposed to hear that, but now that she has what is she supposed to do?

If she tells Asher his wife is planning to ruin him, will he believe her? Will Beatrice continue to deceive him and accuse Jessika of lying? What if she heard wrong? Is it better to do nothing and act like it never happened, or to try and figure out what they're up to and potentially make a fool of herself in the process?

The odds are against her, but she's determined not to lose. That's the plan, anyways. Except how is she supposed to accomplish this? And what if Beatrice catches Jessika and Asher together? Jessika knows she shouldn't, it's wrong, but his and her impulse and passion are a provocative mix.

Will Jessika be able to help Asher, or will she become his weakness?

*EXCERPT*

"Can we stop talking about my underwear now?"

Jeremy snickered. "Yeah, sure. Sorry. I just... man... if Asher saw those on you, he'd..."

He didn't say more. Why wouldn't he say more? "What?" I asked. "He'd what?"

"Well, you shouldn't wear them around him. Also, why would he ever see you in your underwear? Strictly speaking, this will never happen, so this is all hypothetical, but I think he'd go crazy. In a good way, for you, except maybe not, since, you know, he's married."

"Yeah," I said. "Right, of course. What time do we have to be at the doctor's?"

"We should probably leave soon. Asher's going to meet us there. You both have to sign paperwork or something. Anything else you need besides what we grabbed?"

"Yes, um. Can you grab the other boxes of cookies? I'm going to change quickly."

Jeremy looked at me funny. "Sure, but I think Asher can afford to buy more cookies."

"They're expiring soon," I lied. "I don't want to waste them."

Jeremy shrugged and left to go fetch my cookies. I grabbed the pink panties and rushed into the bathroom to change. Shimmying my current pair of underwear down my bare legs, I stepped out of them and then stepped into the new pair. I lifted them up, holding my skirt above my waist while I did, and fit them into place. And, they didn't match my bra, but who cared? I had plans, delicious and devious plans, and they didn't involve anything to do with a bra.

(This intense story of romance and seduction is ~11,000 words in length)